This family’s sibling/daughter was violently gunned down in Connecticut recently:

They sure look all broken up about it, don’t they?

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Update at bottom of post.

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Folks, the school shooting in CONnecticut was a fake, staged event. Take a look at the photo above. The family of victim Vicki Soto is wearing green ribbons (and was passing out more to gatherers) in remembrance of her, since green was her favorite color.

What?

What family would think of doing something like this less than a day after her unexpected and violent death?

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My own sister is a teacher of special needs children at an elementary school. She would not hesitate to protect her students with her life. I can tell you right now, if she had died in the same way I certainly wouldn’t look bored like Vicki’s brother above, and I certainly wouldn’t think of some quick gimmick to make others remember her.

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It also looks like one of Vicki’s sisters above didn’t take long to “inherit” Vicki’s scarf:

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The perfect adorable photo to make you angry.

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Again… the school shooting in Connecticut was a fake, staged event.

The biggest clue for me (and should have been for you) was that over twenty young children were coldly gunned down.

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I have another sister who’s four year old son had wandered off on his own at the zoo for five minutes during a family visit [ I and her husband were actually the ones in charge of watching him at the time, and well… epic fail ]. In just five minutes my sister turned into an emotional train-wreck who would not stop or sleep until reunited with her son.

The only photo of someone at the recent shooting even coming close to displaying that is Vicki’s sister:

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Where are the photos of mothers so filled with anguish they can’t even stand up? Where are the photos of injured children, shirts stained with blood? Where are the most emotionally-impacting photos the media can capture – numerous small draped bodies being wheeled out on stretchers?

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The most memorable photo from the 1995 Oklahoma city bombing was exactly along those lines:

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One year oldBaylee Almondying in the arms of firefighter Chris Field. [But then again, I’m now having doubts about this photo as well… if I was a firefighter, I certainly wouldn’t slow down to pose for a photo on my way to paramedics.]

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That’s because there are no photos like that. Nobody died. Nobody was injured. This was a fake, staged event.

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Instead, we get artificially crafted Kodak moments, the same you see after every shooting type event nowadays:

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The emotionally overwhelmed firefighters photo:

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The authority figure and child bonding photo:

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The childless couple… is their child dead? photo:

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The reunited father and daughter photo:

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The reunited family photo:

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The let’s not forget to thank God reunited family photo:

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The children being led to safety (or maybe the other side of the parking lot) photo:

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The children reacting to the shooting (or maybe wondering why their parents left them alone with a news photographer) photo:

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The desperate, confused grandmother turning to the authority figure photo:

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The odd assortment of sad people milling about photo:

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The police ready to kick some mentally-ill shooter ass photo:

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The even though we’re black and white, we’re both human photo:

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The multi-racial remembrance photo:

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And the don’t forget to thank God remembrance photo:

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“Remember” is what they instantly want you to do:

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President Obama even almost cried:

Almost.

He really, really tried.

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Don’t be sad. The evil ones who crafted this fake event will provide details worthy of remembering:

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Did you know she was also protectively holding the classroom’s mascot labrador puppy at the time?

Did you also know she was super-adorable in every way?

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I heard that this young girl was killed just because the gunman thought she was “too cute to live”:

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The gunman’s ultimate intent? To ruin Christmas for everybody forever.

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Well you failed, mister crazy gunman!

Timmy, there will be Christmas in Whoville… I promise you that!

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The image of teacher Kaitlin Roig above was created by Ed Chiarini, who has already identified people in this event as actors, her being one of them. The boy she’s with in the bottom photo played the fictional role of the brother of Christina Taylor-Green in the Gabrielle Giffords fake shooting:

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Ed also found an actor that I identified playing fake roles in my previous post The Seductive Atlantean (D): A Malfunction in Westworld:

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From the east coast:

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And from the west coast:

Child killer David Westerfield:

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And radio show host Rick Roberts:

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Were you aware that Sandy Hook, Connecticut is also the home of Hunger Games author Suzanne Collins?

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If you were, that’s to detour your consciousness into trying to figure out what the connection means (including Katniss’ resemblance to Vicki). Some people are already lost down that path:

If you want to ponder something, ponder why an attractive, smart, loving young woman doesn’t have a boyfriend mourning her loss as well.

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That’s because she’s a fake persona part of a fake event designed in every way to manipulate your emotions, your pocketbook, your ideology, and your vote.

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What’s the “thank you” this con requires?

It’s a thank you from me to all the people on my blogroll, and to all my commentators. Without their insights, without their second looks at everything we’re being force-fed, right now I probably would be trying to figure out some BS such as what mind-control program the gunman was under, and who his slave handler’s are.

Instead, when I initially heard the news I just simply thought: more fake BS.

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I concur!

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POST UPDATE: Just so people don’t think I’m some sort of insensitive cad. I mean, I can be – sometimes I am – especially towards people conning me, but I’m not the kind of guy that would laugh if you fell face first into a puddle. OK, maybe I would.

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Dear readers, we now have official confirmation of BS – A Batman connection:

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That’s a screen shot from the latest film (Just released on DVD… how convenient!)

But wait… what’s that? There’s some words on the map near the walkie-talkies. Hmmm… I wonder what they say?

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If you can’t read it, it says “bullshit”.

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This is not coincidence. And considering the fact that I’m able to have a timely view of something it would normally take a conspiracy synchro-nerd weeks of video scouring to discover tells me the source of this discovery is also the creator.

In other words, the people who put that in the movie (knowing the Sandy Hook event would happen), now want you to think the event was some Illuminati-Hollywood-CIA-MK Ultra-occult Satanic child sacrifice-something-something (Go out and buy a copy of the movie for better clarity! There might even be more undiscovered clues!) I would also surmise that the article link I provided [Was there another shooter?] was part of all this too – deliberately created with fake comments to draw you further into their mind-snare.

In other words, they want you to waste your time (and money).

The fingerprints of the Greenbergs are all over this event.

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For the rest of us, they are providing us with a sanitized, dramatized, artificial reality. I say sanitized because if you were shown a real event where loved adults and children were abruptly and coldly gunned down in front of other children, those other children would look something like this:

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Children of Iraqi parents shot dead by U.S. soldiers in their car because they didn’t stop at a checkpoint when ordered to. Note face mask on soldier.

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This traumatic event that supposedly happened to the kids in CT wasn’t an earthquake, or fire, or even a gun battle between police and criminals with them in the crossfire. Teachers were shot dead right in front of them.

Children would either be so freaked out, only their parents could calm them down or they would be frozen silent with terror, like that poor boy against the wall.

Does this next photo (or any for that matter) look like the children in CT just went through such an experience?

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C’mon dad, where are you? I could totally be watching Dragon Ball Z right now.

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And another update….

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I personally wanted to investigate and know as early as possible whether this was a real or fake event because it provides an untarnished (by emotion) perspective on the follow-up events.Here’s what I’ve learned:

1) Whomever faked this event has influence/control over the authorities of the state of Connecticut (and anyone else who would have the power to declare this an act of domestic terrorism…. so basically, the United States government.)

2) Whomever faked this event has influence/control over the media enough to where you not only will never know the truth, but the lie will be reinforced and promulgated – such as my local newspaper running an article about one of the Sandy Hook child victims being a former resident here. The ambiguity of her connections to my hometown would be laughable if I didn’t already know the entire article was bullshit being forced upon my mind.

3) Jews are all over this event.If you’ve read my blog or the Celtic Rebel’s, you would know the significance of that.

Paul Simonjust happened to be a family friend of the Soto’s, and played “The Sound Of Silence” at her funeral. It’s getting pretty thick, folks.

I would say it’s a good assumption that not only every celebrity you see is compromised, but also everybody else they’ve associated with in every movie or production they’ve been in. In other words, the entire entertainment industry.Working you like a chump.

Apparently, all the actors chosen for this event were born without tear ducts.

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Here’s another photo of the Iraqi girl for reference/comparison:

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6) Whomever faked this event didn’t forget that there are lots of conspiracy nerds out there.

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Look…. the sign of Baphomet! Vicki was chosen for sacrifice!

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Actually, I’m sure I’ve seen that guy before in one of Ed’s videos. I also found it extremely weird (or maybe not) that Hunger Games author Suzanne Collins….

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….looks incredibly similar to someone I recently profiled, Annette O’Toole:

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7) Do not ask why.

With every law-changing conspiratorial event nowadays, the worst question to ask is why. Because then with any given answer to why, it will cause you to personally decide if you care or not.

The most obvious response to “why” is gun control. I just heard some Jewish politicians talk to a Jewish radio show host about formulating a plan to ban some guns. Sounds like getting rid of guns is what they’re up to, doesn’t it?

There have been record gun sales in the U.S. since the shooting.

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If you absolutely need an answer to “why”, I would say that they are attacking the minds of children. All children.

Otherwise, just keep knowing they are working you like a chump – Expose the hell out of them and do not tolerate their bullshit anymore.Maybe even be a little insensitive….

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Hey…. is it me, or does anyone else suspect that “Vicki” was chosen not only because she’s adorable, but also has a potentially huge rack?

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You might not think it, but you’re attention is being subtly directed to them.

Sorry to disrupt your moment of primitive auditory stimulation, but those dum-dums who call themselves Def Leppard should be vaporized immediately if you wish to progress as a species.

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Allow me to introduce myself…. I am the Great Gazoo from planet Zetox, an obscure fictional character from the 1960s cartoon, The Flintstones. Since the dum-dum known as the living tiki is a bit overwhelmed living at the moment, I will be filling in until he returns.

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Yet in a sense I am very real, dum-dums. I am the cosmic trickster, the universal prankster. I took celluloid form in your children’s programming because I was required to.

You see, dum-dums, I’m obligated to call you that to point out your own stupidity. Otherwise you wouldn’t be dum-dums now, would you? But you may even be too dumb to grasp that, so I probably have my work cut out for me.

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This is your brain compared to mine.

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The Flintstones was funny because the entire show was one big joke. On you…

the modern stone-age family.

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I’ll skip to the punchline:

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Want to be in on the joke? It’s that millisecond you spent thinking “Gee… those two prints hardened into stone together sure seems weird” before imagining being covered with sugar again.

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Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

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Take your body, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

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Pour some sugar on me

In the name of….

Bzzzrappt!

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Spectral atomizer. Everybody should have one… hehe.

What’s that you say, dum-dums? Nobody plays records anymore because your species is beyond such primitive technology, and beyond such primitive thinking?

Those prints must be an abnormality, a hoax, or something….. Dinosaurs and dum-dums are separated by 65 million years. Every dum-dum knows that!

Okey dokey.

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Heads up… I’m gonna be throwing some stones:

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[One of the many Ica stones discovered in Peru which depict dinosaurs as well as advanced surgery and engineering.]

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Sure, it’s easy to dismiss these stones as frauds. It’s even easier if you were the dum-dum promoting them as real until the Peruvian government informed you that it is illegal to sell Peruvian historical artifacts.

That would be after you’ve already sold a few.

Hoax or jail?

Hoax!

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[There are between 11,000 and 15,000 stones. Their age is indeterminate.]

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Nonetheless, there are at least 11,000 of them. Something to ponder.

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[Their origin and creators are also indeterminate.]

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That fellow riding a triceratops sure is making reality difficult. Especially since he’s toking out – like riding a triceratops is that comfortable. Ha… as if!

Damn those primitive dum-dums and their wanting to permanently record things they see!

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Reality isn’t difficult. It never is. What’s difficult is your brain attempting to grasp that you’ve been lied to. Not some little white one, mind you. A lie that puts entire dum-dum history into question. Why, there might have even been a time when you weren’t dum-dums!

I’m guessing that time was before you had dum-dums called academics.

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Up until 1841 when British anatomist dum-dum Richard Owen coined the word “dinosaur”, your world only knew of creatures commonly called dragons.

Here’s another historical conundrum from Angkor Wat in Cambodia:

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[This temple is only 800 years old.]

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All that’s really needed to change your reality, dum-dums, is ink and paper:

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[50 years after the word “dinosaur” was invented, it still had yet to find it’s way into Webster’s dictionary. Dragon was there, however.]

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What happened to all the dragons?

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Christian dum-dums might have you believe it’s because the dinosaurs masturbated too much, but because I like you dum-dums I’m going to give you the real truth:

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YOU ATE THEM ALL!

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Fifty million years ago you walked upon the planet so

Lord of all that you could see, just a little bit like me

Walking in your footsteps

Walking in your footsteps

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Hey mister dinosaur, you really couldn’t ask for more

You were God’s favorite creature but you didn’t have a future

Walking in your footsteps

Walking in your footsteps

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Hey mighty brontosaurus, don’t you have a lesson for us?

Thought your rule would always last, there were no lessons in your past

You were built three stories high, they say you would not hurt a fly

If we explode the atom bomb would they say that we were dumb?

Walking in your footsteps

Walking in your footsteps

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They say the meek shall inherit the Earth

They say the meek shall inherit the Earth

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“Walking In Your Footsteps”

The Police

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Who are “they” that say the meek shall inherit the Earth? Probably the same ones who want you to equate meek with weak, and not humble. Dum-dum Sting can’t even get the official story correct: 50 million years ago was the supposed emergence of mammals during the Eocene Period.

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Have you ever pondered the possibility that the dinosaurs existed up until the cataclysm prior to your current civilization (commonly referred to as the Biblical flood), and there may actually be some dinosaur species which survived and still exist today?

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[Real or hoax? An example of a “river dino” or “mini-T-rex” reportedly seen by numerous people along the Colorado River as recently as 2003, particularly near Cortez, Colorado.]

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But then again you would first have to consider the possibility of dinosaurs and dum-dums once existing together. And I’m sure you’ve been lied to so much, there are actually paleontologist dum-dums who haven’t even considered that.

Artist dum-dums tend to have more imagination:

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But are you getting it?

Yes, Armageddon it!

‘A really getting it?

Yes, Armaged…

Bzzzrappt!

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Alright, alright, I confess… it was I that was actually playing the Def Leppard album earlier. They make for great skeet shooting, tee hee.

Pull!

Yet you dum-dums keep transmitting their songs through your atmosphere and off into space, where they will continue on until intercepted by an intelligent alien race who will subsequently listen to them and determine your planet needs to be destroyed as quickly as possible.

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[There is nothing gay about this photo. Keep calm and carry on.]

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Alas, I’m getting off-topic. But not really. It’s easy to see how different the world is without dragons, yet you probably didn’t notice a quite different and drastic change over the past hundreds of years: colors.

Consider how much your eyes these days are bombarded with primary, secondary, and tertiary colors in their purest form….

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A dum-dum living 1000 years ago didn’t live in a very colorful world. Kind of drab browns and greens, really. Unless you were rich, the only time you saw something really colorful was a sporadic product of nature… a sunset, flower, or animal. But now…

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Green means go.

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age of volcanoes fun fact:The visible light spectrum goes red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet. The predominant color of each planet in our solar system starting with Mars is red, orange, yellow, green, blue, (and if Pluto had an atmosphere, it would probably be) violet.

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Dum-dum tiki asked me to fill in because green is my skin color. You may have also noticed a lot of other green men in the manufactured pop-culture of your reality. Not only those little green men from Mars (Shouldn’t they be little red men?), but ones such as Yoda, Gumby, The Green Giant…

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As well as a green man that recently appeared in a summer blockbuster:

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Oops! That’s the 80’s Hulk. And yes, that was an actual hairstyle in the 80’s [see Def Leppard above].

Consider yourselves lucky with AvengersHulk. The biggest challenge for 80’s Hulk was a cage:

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[Will he escape before his body paint wears off? Tune in next week!]

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But why didn’t Marvel comics create the Hulk with red skin? Wouldn’t that make more sense with him being angry and all?

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[Actually, later they did:]

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The answer to that is the common trait of all the green men previously mentioned: They are all representations of forces of will or creation.

I myself have the wonderful ability to manifest anything out of thin air. Sorry dum-dums… I can’t manifest intelligence for you!

The Hulk’s anger doesn’t stem from hate, but is a result of the will to smash the crap out of whatever is bugging him at the moment.

He’s a lover, not a fighter:

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Gadzooks, that drawing just doesn’t stop!

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The green man which explains this will/creation concept the best is a DC (Detective Comics) golden age (one of the first created) superhero called Green Lantern:

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Hold on now, what’s this? That’s not Green Lantern.

I mean ArisiaisaGreen Lantern… just not Hal Jordan,theGreen Lantern.

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Apologies, dum-dums… the offices here atthe age of volcanoesare a complete mess and every attempt to access a relevant photo from dum-dum tiki’s files typically results in pictures of dum-dums with breasts.

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See what I mean? Hey… this gives me an idea. I feel like suspending the green talk and instead psychoanalyzing dum-dum tiki. Just look at what he has in a file labeled “sanity”:

What’s the glowing color of the Matrix? The glowing color of David Icke’s website? The glowing color on the DVD cover of another green force of will (and nature):Godzilla?

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What’s up with green?

Well, like Gazoo was saying [I mean the Great Gazoo], secrets are being shown and memed by the comics industry:

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Not surprisingly, in comics you also find Jews…. and a Greenberg:

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Denise Wohl

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Actually, that’s Denise playing the role of a fictional teacher from Columbine High School who was fictionally paralyzed from the fictional school shooting. Denise is extremely easy to identify in playing fake roles – her side profile has a very distinguishing feature:

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Her nose back then might have been enhanced or she may have had plastic surgery since, because this one just doesn’t look natural to me:

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Manhattan Society, if I am in violation of your copyright please let me know and I will remove this image. You just simply provided a perfect recent photo, especially since Denise seems to be enjoying the “Chill Out With Chinchilla” dead animal skin social.

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Denise is the mother of Arden Wohl, another liar actor:

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I guess you could list their daytime jobs as “status seekers”.

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This seems to involve promoting mysterious and oddly named charities, such as “The Playground Project” – which fights against child sex slave trafficking (hmmm). This is usually done on a red carpet.

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Some Greenbergs and other women pretending what they do makes a difference.

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Now then, can you believe Denise was once a letterist for Marvel comics? [A letterist is someone who writes out the dialog in the word balloons.]

Denise Wohl? Something funny programming is going on….

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She even worked on this issue of the Avengers:

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And recently created herown comic book:

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Take note of the Qabbalistic tree of life…. and red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet.

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If you’re wondering WTF too, that’s because comics weren’t created to entertain, but instead to program children (and then reinforce when adults). Comics tap into our forgotten collective subconscious with tales not of superheros, but rather of gods and demons, morality and mortality.

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And the force behind creation:

Will.

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The story of Green Lantern is an extremely interesting one. The movie, however….

well, let me put it this way:

When a movie can make a very attractive woman with the last name Lively seem dull….

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…but yet you get to see a nearly naked Ryan Reynolds being electroshocked [i.e., a whole lotta clenching goin’ on]….

it sucks.

Just like all Holy Wood programming.

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Nonetheless, the background story is both fascinating and revealing:

Long ago, an immortal race of aliens decided to create an army to defend the universe against evil. They built a giant battery inside a planet which collected and harnessed the most powerful and abundant energy in the universe: thewillpowerproduced by every living creature. This gives off a greenish glow, hence the battery was called theGreen Lantern.

The aliens then divided the universe into 3,600 sectors and gave a ring to a being from each sector – An intelligent being without fear who became a member of theGreen Lanterncorps.

The ring has the capability of tapping into the stored power of theGreen Lantern,thereby enabling the bearer to conjure up any physical form out of this energy in order to fight evil, such as a sword or spaceship (among other powers). These were called “constructs”, and their creation was only limited by the imagination of the ring-bearer.

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The immortal aliens harnessed the energy of will, but there are other emotion energies one can utilize, like fear – the Yellow Lanterns became the enemies of the Green Lanterns, because the fear energy (just as powerful as will) they harnessed and utilized consumed them and turned them to evil. Their fear energy negated the Green Lantern’s willenergy more often than not.

Behind each color or the visible light spectrum was an energy, waiting to be used. This was called “the emotional spectrum”.

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And naturally there were beings ready to use each emotion energy for the greater good, or only their own. Symbols and oaths were created for each Lantern energy, which describes what each is about:

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Red light[energy produced by rage]:

With blood and rage of crimson red

Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead

Together with our hellish hate

We’ll burn you all, that is your fate!

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Orange light [energy produced by avarice/greed]:

This power is mine, this is my light

Be it in bright of day, or black of night

I lay claim to all that falls within my sight

To take what I want, that is my right!

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Yellow light [energy produced by fear]:

In blackest day, in brightest night

Beware your fears made into light!

Let those who try to stop what’s right

Burn like his power, Sinestro’s might!

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Green light [energy produced by will]:

In brightest day, in blackest night

No evil shall escape my sight!

Let those who worship evil’s might

Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!

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Blue light [energy produced by hope]:

Tor lorek san, bor nakka mur

Natromo faan tornek wot ur,

Ter Lantern ker lo Abin Sur

Taan lek lek nok, Formorrow Sur!

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Indigo light [energy produced by compassion]

[oath unavailable]

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Violet light [energy produced by love]:

For hearts long lost and full of fright

For those alone in blackest night

Accept our ring and join our fight

Love conquers all with violet light!

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This evokes how we equate certain human emotions or aspects with certain colors, such as “yellow bellied coward” or even the recent phenomenon, “indigo children”.

In the comic book, each energy’s strength is gauged by the emotion behind it. For example, since there’s not a whole lot of love energy being generated in the universe, the Violet Lanterns aren’t as powerful… unless they combine forces with the Green Lanterns.

Love and will combined… I guess you could say creating passion.

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Actually, I think the way the Violet Lantern corps stops evil is just by showing up.

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Hey Green Lantern, can we stop fighting each other for a second… I mean, did you notice the Violet Lanterns just got here? I can’t even remember what I was fighting you about.

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Doubtful? Try this:

Imagine you’re fighting someone outside a bar, and then…

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“Hey you two… stop that right now!”

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See? It made you um, it… um. Wait… I swear I was going somewhere with this.

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As a sideline note, the red Hulk you saw earlier was not Bruce Banner, but another character who was filled with such rage towards the Hulk, the similar mutation caused him to instead turn red.

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Now here’s where the story essentially reveals what the evil ones have been doing to suppress all of us:

Negating our will with fear.

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In the comic, the Green Lanterns were almost defeated by the Yellow Lanterns because the yellow energy of fear was not only more abundant than will, it made will energypowerless in it’s presence.

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The evil ones are rendering our will powerless with fear.

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Explaining our reality can’t get much simpler than that, although I would add we all have very little will to begin with. Since birth, our minds have been implanted with artificial imagination and very little creation.

And what scant will we have left we use to acquire an artificial will they’ve created for us (making it green, of course):

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Hmm… I wanna try something.

Imagine there’s a big pile of money in front of you, and then….

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See? Didn’t it make you um… wait, where was I going with this?

Again? Dammit!

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Each one of us possess the potential will to create the life – the existence – we want.

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You are not hindered by your physical form, only by your imagination and will power. Hey, even a space wasp became a Green Lantern:

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The sad truth is that this fictional comic book intelligent space wasp may actually have more willpower than you at the present time.

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In my opinion, the green meme used by the evil ones is designed to subconsciously and vampirically drain your willpower and give it to them.

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Like that little green light on the bottom of a traffic signal, will is dominated and controlled by the red and yellow lights.

Green means go (but only when they say so.)

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In the film, Hal Jordan is instructed on how to wield the power of the ring. The dialogue almost becomes a field guide to living:

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Your will turns thought into reality.

To master the ring[living], you must learn to focus your will and create what you see in your mind.

The ring’s[living’s]limits are only what you can imagine.

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Fear is the enemy of will. Will is what makes you take action. Fear is what stops you and makes you weak. Makes your constructs feeble.

You must learn to ignore your fear. When you can’t act, you can’t defend. When you can’t defend, you die.

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Your constructs are only going to be as strong as your will.

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Now you might be thinking that’s all fine and dandy, but Hal Jordan had a planet-sized battery in which to recharge his ring. What do we got?

Don’t fear, you have one too. She’s called Mother Earth.

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To recharge: First, tune your energy’s frequency to Her’s, and then the amount of direct contact will determine wattage and charge duration.

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You tune your frequency by meditation.

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Any contact with the Earth, from walking barefoot in the grass to swimming in the ocean will recharge you. The more water the better.

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Again… you might be thinking that’s all fine and dandy, but that’s the energy behind the will. Where does one get…. will itself?

age of volcanoes blog note: If you read my last post, for some strange computer reason I couldn’t edit or write posts for awhile. But now – right in the middle of finishing this one – I suddenly became unable to add an image without it being inserted at the top of the post. In other words, if I try to put an image right here:

I don’t know if these blog shenanegans are accidental, intentional, or the handiwork of the cosmic trickster, but I’m getting really tired of this.

So tired, it has ignited my will.

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Even though you might not have what you need at the moment, I find it helps to imagine it into reality. It’s actually an excellent exercise in creativity and willpower.

I can’t tell you how many times a 50 caliber machine gun would’ve come in handy.

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Like Sinestro said, will makes you take action. You take action to change or create your own reality. I guess I’m getting tired of having to tolerate this artificially created reality. It drains my will by making me work too much.

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It’s also a constant stream of news so saturated with BS, it will someday soon cause actual bull shit to stand up and yell out, “Oh, come on!”

Like this latest Greenberg production:

NY cop selflessly buys a homeless man some shoes. Right.

He’s in front of a fucking shoe store.

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Everything about this image is bullshit designed to elicit an emotional response from you. From the perfect actors to the perfect poses to the perfect lighting to the perfect angle to the perfect product placement right behind the perfect cop. Bullshit.

And it doesn’t stop there. Oh hell no. They can will milk this event even further to manipulate your emotions….

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WTF is he doing with his hands?

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Want to be in on the joke? This all was ultimately done to sell shoes (the ones behind the perfect cop – Skechers). Guess who owns Skechers? The Greenberg family. The man above looks incredibly similar to a Greenberg family member. But you don’t need Ed Chiarini to tell you this story is BS… these days, all you need to do is to just give it a second look.

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Your willpower is being sapped, and in turn you are needing to draw your energy from the other emotions, which is less stable than will energy and makes your constructs feeble.

The evil ones are doing this in a myriad of ways, not the least of which is attacking our bodies to make us physically weak. This single aspect is again done in a myriad of ways, not the least of which is electromagnetic smog:

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Check out antennasearch.com to find out how many cell towers and antennas are within a 3 mile radius of your home. I have 294 towers and 830 antennas. I would also include my electric company’s “smartmeter” (It’s not smart to be close to it for extended periods of time.)

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But at least they make some cell towers look like palm trees. Oooh… pretty.

Pretty frightening.

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And that’s only what you can recognize and sense as wrong.

A weak will makes you powerless. A week will make you powerless, too.

Work-weak, school-weak, a weakly schedule. Even our language has been crafted to sap your will. Everybody’s working for the weak-end.

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The evil ones have crafted a great percentage of our reality. That’s why I let the Great Gazoo have a little fun by making you imagine humans living with dinosaurs, and conceptualize a different real reality other than our present bullshit one.

Long, long ago – long before the BS – the place where you are seated right now looked like this:

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And then this:

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Then this:

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Then this:

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Then this:

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Then this:

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Then this:

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And then this:

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The year is not 2012. It is just simply…. now. And the now is guided by the strongest will.

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Recharge your will by connecting with the Earth.

Focus your will by limiting or eliminating consumption of artificial energy.

[The consciousness of the living tiki is experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by.]

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ONGOWA!

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* a shout-out goes to bloggers Alex Robinson from Too Long In This Place and Eugene from The Underground Stream (just added Eugene to my blogroll – you should take a visit). I wanted to acknowledge their insights: Alex with people being programmed to equate meek with weak, and both of them with their wisdom about water. Eugene also provides a wise perspective on our consumption, especially in his appearances on The Rebel Path.

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age of volcanoes action news flash: An article from a news service called Earth Environment Service: “A controversial new study suggests that humans are getting dumber because of life in modern society. Writing in the journal Trends in Genetics, Stanford University author Gerald Crabtree argues that life-and-death challenges early humans faced, in which nature selected the most intelligent to survive, just aren’t there in urban environments. He says that with the development of agriculture and emergence of urbanization, natural selection no longer weeded out mutations that spawned intellectual inferiors.”

age of volcanoes blog note:Tales From The Volcano is a new series which will appear sporadically. It is original fictional short stories written by me for the main purpose of conceptualizing and understanding this reality happening around me a little bit better. Today’s will be an unusual “ghost” story for The Day of the Dead. Enjoy.

living tiki disclaimer:I know extremely little about Guatemala. I needed a setting for the story, and this seemed perfect. So no hassles, Guatemalan bloggers… OK?

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“Trick or treat!”

“Ahh!” Annie shrieked when she saw what her husband had slyly placed on her laptop, distracting her with a kiss.He had silently come behind her seated at a small table.“Don’t do that!” she chided while playfully swatting his hand. “You know how I am with the bugs here.”

“Shoot! Either I’m going senile or experiencing a major case of jet lag.”

Dr. Annie Jensen’s heart ached for her husband. The trip was unexpected, and he had yet to experience the entire spectrum of insectoid inhabitants – particularly the ones that bite. But she couldn’t turn down the opportunity of a lifetime: Newly discovered ruins in Tikal National Park, including a subterranean chamber. The university would fund her trip, along with two graduate students. They had arrived yesterday, and opted to stay in a small village much closer to the new site than Antigua, or even the hotels near the main site.

The lack of the sometimes even basic amenities didn’t bother Annie. Being an expert in Pre-Columbian Mayan archeology, she’d been down to Guatemala five times already. And although the last time would be nearly twenty years ago, her memory was timeless: The same heavy, humid air with that lightly sweet scent; the same flock of kaleidoscope parrots flying overhead; the same howler monkeys welcoming her back. Only Simon would be different this time.

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Being the owner and operator of a sport fishing business, Simon was truly a fish out of water. This was definitely not Cabo San Lucas or Acapulco, and the only reason he was here was because of her. She knew he was already hating it. It just made things worse when he started massaging her shoulders.

“Ohhh,” Annie winced, rubbing her hands.

“Arthritis again?”

“Yeah. I could sure go for the treat now.” Pain registered in her voice.

“That was the kiss.”

“So… you’re telling me the marketplace didn’t have any wine?” she said, looking back with a grin.

“Fine. Just for that, I won’t share any of the whiskey they did have,” he replied, holding the bottle up and swinging it like a hypnotist’s watch. Annie’s eyes lit up. Alcohol was alcohol.

“Wine’s a treat. But you’ve got medicine. Please, doctor?” she begged, holding out a cup as if expecting change.

“Doctor, heal thyself,” Simon stated as he poured. He decided not to hold back, even to get in a little more teasing. Arthritis was bad enough, but she was down here with diabetes along with a recent positive diagnosis for lupus. Annie’s not twenty-five anymore, regardless of how much returning here was making her believe she was, he noted. The day’s trip to the site took it’s toll. Even though the grads did most of the work, Annie was notably exhausted.

“Thank you for being here. I tend to forget the jungle’s no place for a fifty year old woman.”

“Well I guess that means I’m really screwed – it’s certainly no place for a fifty-two year old man who is continuously asking ‘What the hell is that thing?’. And asking it in a language nobody seems to understand.”

At that moment one of the villagers approached and spoke to Annie. She turned around in her chair and glanced behind Simon, which caused him to look as well. Both were initially surprised at how silent the other man had been standing there, which faded as they realized he wasn’t a resident, but rather a forest shaman. His appearance in the village was rare, yet not uncommon. He grinned a toothless smile back at them.

“What is it, sweetie? What do they want?” Simon inquired to Annie.

“That man is a shaman, and he just told the villager to ask me if I want to be healed.”

“Healed? Of… what? Are you going to have to eat something weird?”

“I don’t know. Although I’ve seen them before, I’ve never actually spoken with one. At least a real one – not the cigar smoking, booze drinking, westernized ones they have in the bigger towns. This fellow is straight out of the wild,” she relayed with trepidation. After another verbal exchange with the shaman and translation from the villager, Annie turned to Simon. “It’s not pharmacological. He’s saying the forest will heal me. I think it’s some kind of ceremony.”

“The forest?”

“He said the forest told him.”

“I’m out of my element. You gotta make the call on this one,” Simon shrugged.

“It is unusual for a shaman to offer this, especially without a request for payment. It would be insulting to turn down such an offer. The villager says the shaman has done it many times already for others in the village. OK, sure… why not? I think it would be neat.”

The shaman motioned for Annie to follow him to a nearby clearing, with Simon and the villager acting as interpreter following. Other locals started seeing what was occurring, and started to gather close to the field as if spectators preparing to view a football match.

“Hey, what’s going on?” One of the grad students inquired as he caught up with Simon.

“Your professor is about to have a Kodak moment. Apparently that shaman there is going to perform some sort of healing ritual, but all the villagers gathering ’round tells me it’s going to be quite a show.”

As the shaman motioned for the others except the translator to stay back while they moved to the center of the clearing, Annie looked concerned at all the attention. Long, late afternoon beams of light illuminated the area, providing a magical tranquility that calmed her. Or was it fatigue?

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The shaman motioned for Annie to sit on the ground while he did the same opposite her. The villager remained standing close by, and spoke after the shaman. “He asks if you truly want to be healed.”

“Yes, of course. Who wouldn’t?” she stated.

“Many,” replied the villager.

The shaman then took a stick of incense from his satchel, stuck it upright in the ground and lit it. Annie expected a sweet smell, but it was pungent. He closed his eyes and began a chant. It was brief, and after finishing he stood and turned to walk away with the villager following.

“Wait, where is he going?” Annie asked the villager.

“He’s not the one doing the healing,” he replied back.

Instantly Annie took a sharp intake of breath, as if just surfacing from a lake. Slowly exhaling, she looked around puzzled, and then began to smile… and cry. She stood awkwardly, with the legs of a newborn calf. Simon reflexively began to move towards her, but was gently restrained by another villager who said something to him with a smile.

Now starting to walk around, Annie glanced around in all directions with the eyes of a scientist and a child combined, becoming more assured with each step. Then she began to dance. With arms outstretched, she twirled and leaped from place to place, seemingly oblivious to everyone…. and her own ailments. Laughing with a joyfulness her husband had never heard in all the time he’s known her, the forest responded to her merriment in kind with an orchestra of calls, the howler monkeys directing the din.

For a moment, the dimming sunlight appeared to sparkle until Simon realized it was the approaching flutter of dozens of butterflies, settling around her as choreographed confetti. Annie slowed her movements and gazed at those gathered. Upon seeing Simon she smiled and instantly moved towards him, almost skipping. The butterflies dissipated back into the forest. When she was mere feet away she stopped, gazing at him with both familiarity and strangeness.

“Honey?” he inquired softly. She approached him slowly staring into his eyes until she was close enough to give him a kiss. She fainted, taking Simon by surprise but not enough to where he caught her in time. Holding her, he navigated sitting down while carefully laying her on the ground and putting her head in his lap. He signaled for Neil to get him some water.

“Um…. Can anybody tell me what just happened to my wife?” Simon inquired in an amusing tone. The villager whom had been acting as translator spoke. Simon turned to Neil whom had just returned with water to translate.

“He said the forest spirits healed her,” Neil explained. “In wanting to be healed, she allowed them to take temporary possession of her body. He said the forest spirits are very powerful, and their presence in someone makes great healing. In return, they get to briefly experience their world – their home – through her senses, her body, her eyes. The physical world we take for granted every day is an amazing experience for them. I think they were attracted to how Dr. Jensen regarded this place and the forest.”

At that moment, Annie started to mumble, and her eyes slowly opened. Taking in a long breath, she rubbed her face with her hand almost as if to check and feel if it was real. She looked up at Simon. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure except it was pretty fantastic,” he answered. “How do you feel?”

March 2012:the living tiki finds himself in his auto at a stoplight near his work. To his right on the sidewalk he could see two pretty young women walking by two young men of equal age, around 17 to 21 years. The boys responded to the girls presence accordingly and managed to gain their attention – eliciting smiles – yet they continued walking which provoked the boys to try even harder. When the girls were some distance away, one of the boys made a last ditch effort and called out. One girl turned her head, smiled, and then proceeded to teasingly lift up the back of her pleated miniskirt, revealing a very shapely and spectacular thonged mostly bare butt. The boys howled. One dropped to his knees in mock weakness, which made the girls laugh as they continued on. “Daaamn!”, the living tiki said aloud, still watching the girl walk away. He quickly looked around to see if he got busted by another driver for staring. All the other drivers were male, and allof them were watching the girls walk away, oblivious to the light that had just turned green.

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The pen may be mightier than the sword, but there’s something else that trumps them both.

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living tiki personal note: OK, yeah, apologies again… getting back to blogging business has proven to be slightly more delayed [severe computer lameness problems included]. I must concede that I can promise nothing to my dear readers except more to come with the will to overstand my current reality as soon as possible.

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I’ll be getting back to the Atlantean part of all this a bit more in the next post of this series, but for now I’m dragging out the Ed Chiarini aspect of it again because I’m getting all those “tiki is Ed” comments. I’m not Ed.

What I’m doing is putting his revelations to MY test, the same as I’ve done with all the other truthseekers out there, including the Celtic Rebel. My test consists of three parts:

(1) Is this BS?

(2) If not, how does it fit in with everything else?

(3) Since a standard rule of thumb here at the age of volcanoes is that for every truth revealed, the real truth is usually ten times worse… is and/or how is this truth ten times worse?

To me, Ed’s work has passed (1), I’m working on (2), and as for (3)…. well, it’s what I – and all the other guests that the Rebel has had on his show – have been trying to illustrate in our own various ways:

Pretty much everything we’ve been told is deliberately wrong: History, pre-history, science, spirituality, medicine, health, even the way we mate and reproduce. Personally, I’d like to know why. I’d also like to learn what is right.

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[BLOG NOTE: If you think this research path I’ve taken is going nowhere, stay tuned… my next post in this series is going to tie together the Greenbergs, Atlantis, comic books, the holographic universe, and a discussion about will and fear, providing a perspective which may greatly aid in overstanding this reality. It’s going to be interesting.]

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But with this post I will be revealing the secret to my super boob observation power, because it demonstrates how we’re all being worked.

I’m not just getting T for free, but A as well.

Not that I’m complaining.

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The owner of this glorious ass will be revealed further down, but for now some sad news:

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age of volcanoes action news flash: October 17, 2012: Dutch born actress and model Sylvia Kristel died from cancer at the age of 60. She was best known for the role of Emmanuelle in the 1974 soft-porn film of the same name, as well as numerous sequels. Not a shy person, Sylvia was actually apprehensive about starring in the film because she was afraid her mother might see it. To date, over 350 million people have seen Emmanuelle. No word if one of them was her mother.

Rest in peace, Sylvia.

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I now have a message for the parents of teenage girls (which will provide a nice segue to my super boob observation power revelation) illustrated by the lovely ladies of Central Connecticut University women’s volleyball team:

Parents, these are their uniforms:

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Slightly form fitting, wouldn’t you say?

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Did you know that high school girls have the same exact uniform?

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Not being a parent myself, I found that out when a mom brought her teenage volleyball playing daughter and teammates to the taco shop I was having lunch at.

Just sayin’….

…’cause that was your sixteen year old daughter bending over to get some lime wedges from the salsa bar.

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The sexualization of girls is happening at younger and younger ages these days, and if your daughter hasn’t developed early with huge boobs due to all the hormones and chemicals laced in her food, she will still have an automatic attention grabbing asset, one mightier than sword or pen. Corporations already know this:

Boyfriend: [thinking] Daaamn! I really need to get my girlfriend to start drinking more Coca-Cola!

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The evil ones know this as well:

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OK… you’re the President, you’re acutely aware that there are ten billion cameras pointed at you right now…. and you do this? [The girl was sixteen, by the way.]

Right.

Or maybe it was actually an involuntary reaction…. Ladies, your assets do have an eyeball gravitational pull of a black hole.Does your butt look big? Yes, yes it does. And it is awesome.

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But then again, Obama was in Europe where the evil ones have always pushed the boundary of the sexualization of younger and younger girls, such as Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi showing up with a present and note at the 18th birthday of a girl who wasn’t his daughter:

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Now, considering Mr. Berlusconi has had ‘older’ (ha!)public girlfriends that look like they could provide a lot more excitement than doe eyed Noemi above:

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And considering that Alessandra is implementing a little relationship programming for the masses on her own:

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Oh please start making out please start making out please start making out please start making out please start making out please start making….

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… I would say that young Noemi Letizia is being purposely singled out as a meme for the male masses, which becomes more apparent when one asks: “Gee, I wonder if there’s any other photos of Noemi out there?”

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Butt how is this a programming meme?

I could go into detail about the divisions they are creating between the sexes, but I like my reality simple:

When you have older men desiring girls, middle age men desiring young women, young men desiring MILFs, MILFs desiring boys, young women desiring any men older than boys (they’ve had it at that point, but then you come full circle with) Cougars desiring boys, girls desiring boys, boys desiring boys, and all the men and women at any given time are continuously conditioned to give up and “go gay”….

….you have a screwed up relationship climate that is ripe for the homosexual pederasts running our planet to come out and say: “Hey does anybody have a problem with me hanging out with 9 year old Eduardo here? Anyone? Anyone?”

They want the evil requirement of a long life to be a lot easier to have around. That would be called (and coined and discovered by the Celtic Rebel)anal vampirism. The process pretty much speaks for itself, but what is extracted is a person’s lifeforce, not blood. And children sure seem to be filled with energy, don’t they?

And Berlusconi sure seems healthy, alert, and spry for a man pushing 80.

Or perhaps you feel that leading a country like Italy would be beneficial for a long and healthy life?

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He’s not just groping his daughter, he’s actually reinforcing a meme for the masses about appropriate parental behavior. Hey… it can’t be wrong if the President’s doing it! I mean come on, he’s the President! He knows everybody [the media] will be scrutinizing every bit of his behavior and well, nobody [the media] has said anything yet. So you see… if it was wrong, somebody [the media] would’ve said something.

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Instead of relying upon parental instinct (which is becoming further and further repressed), parents are being told and conditioned in a myriad of conscious and subconscious ways how to raise and regard children.

How did Mike Brady solve this parental problem? What did Roseanne do? The Waltons? The Bundys? The Cosbys? Hey… what about those parents that had that reality show with like, 8 kids? I bet they’ve got some good examples on how to raise kids.

Well, that is if some sort of seductiveJewish girl doesn’t get involved…

Oops! Too late!

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You can’t blame Hailey though. Like a scorpion, she just does what a SeductiveJewess does. It sort of runs on autopilot, which is why when Hailey gets drunk she sometimes attempts to seduce foliage:

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living tiki personal fun fact:When I used to watch Family Guy, I would watch it every weekday night as reruns. As everyone knows, remembering what particular scenes happened in what particular episodes is very difficult. However, for a while I thought I was psychic because in casual conversation with a co-worker I would mention a certain scene and then see that same exact scene on the rerun playing that night, even though I never checked any guide as to what episode would be playing. I soon realized what was happening in my brain: As syndicated reruns, they were usually shown starting at Season 1, Episode 1 in Season order until the last rerun (i.e., Season 6 Episode 15) plays and then it would start again at Season 1, Episode 1. In other words, my brain was subconsciously memorizing the sequences and scenes.

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Here’s another way the evil ones are playing around with our brains:

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the secret to the living tiki’s super boob observation power:

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OK, OK… It’s not really a super power. Sadly, it’s not even a secret.

Sorry ladies… I’m no hero.

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Ask a guy about a film when a female is present:

“It was entertaining. I enjoyed it.”

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Ask a guy about a film when a female is not present:

“Dude…. Scarlett Johannson has a shower scene. It’s awesome – you have to see this movie.”

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Hey! You didn’t pay twenty bucks plus parking! No boob for you!

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As with sport statistics (or with nerds…Star Trekepisodes), men have an amazing computer-like ability to retain the memory of every bit of nudity in every film they’ve ever seen [well, at least I do.]

[Say… did anyone think of Seinfeld with the Scarlett commentary above?]

But it’s not solely confined to nudity (or even very attractive women), yet it could be defined as an implanted cinematic moment where my brain, either consciously or subconsciously, states: Damn, I’d really like to do her. I call it the heterosexual hook.

It’s why I can tell you the 1980 movie Fame is completely forgettable and sucks except for about thirty minutes in: Locker room shower scene boobs that almost… almost… make watching Fame worth it. Looking back, that was the heterosexual hook in a very homosexual programming film. Today’s equivalent would probably be the TV show Glee. Even though I’ve only seen previews of Glee, I can guarantee there are noheterosexual hooks put in for young male viewers nowadays. It’s not needed anymore – that’s how well the homosexual programming has worked so far.

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The hook is why I can recall the really nice pair of naked breasts at the end of They Live (Actually the second to last image, followed by the dialogue, “Hey baby, what’s wrong?”)

I also remember Vanessa Angel’s triumphant emergence from a tent in the suck-fest called Spies Like Us [with Paul McCartney providing the theme song]:

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And Kirsten Dunst’striumphant um, ’emergence’ from the chilly, chilly rain in Spiderman:

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And the hobby horse ride entire film of Jennifer Connelly in the suck-fest called Career Opportunities:

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Jennifer’s ride was a precursor to today’s similar programming for boys:

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Damn, I’d really like to do her! But there’s no way I’d get a girl as hot as Jennifer or Megan! What must I do oh wise Jewish film producers? Please, please… tell me the secret!

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Be gay, my young horny goyim. Hot girls love gay guys.

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C’mon, my sweet boy… it’s what we’ve been telling you all the time you were growing up….

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But you won’t get any more wishes until you rub our magic lamps!

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The heterosexual hook is also the reason I saw this awfulawesometerrible greatest movie ever made:

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We’ll return to Mathilda May’s generous deposit into my spank bank later, because I want to discuss another god-awful film…

Huh? Huh? Pretty clever. OK, maybe not.. but it was for me. How did my tool get caught in her net when Annette is probably the most boring actress in the most god-awful films ever made?

From what I can remember, Annette was always portrayed as the wholesome, innocent, farm-girl type… i.e., cute, naive, and damn! look at those boobs!

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Annette and friends in a scene from Cat People.

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I was too young for 1982’s gory Cat People, so how was my mind imprinted with wanting to see Annette O’Toole, even though the name Martin Short guarantees a suck-fest?

Because I watched another god-awful film called Superman III. It had this scene:

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age of volcanoes fun fact:The subtitles above are Indonesian. Ini means “here you are”, and terima kasih means “thank you” – but a more literal translation would be “receive love”. Not the love for Indonesian women and their butts, mind you – the word for that is “cinta”.

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Superman III was so bad, it even sucked for a young comic book fan such as myself. Therefore, my mind’s attention was drawn to that substitute teacher babysitter older sister’s friend girl next door crush bait known as Annette O’Toole, and the only scene that I can remember from a horrible movie….

Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

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Do you think the Jewish filmmakers just randomly chose everything about this scene? Including filming in weather that could be described as sort of um, “nippy”?

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Perhaps you were too focused on the blatantheterosexual hook in Superman:

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Valerie Perrine as Ms. Tessmacher! Ms. Tessmacher!!!

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I’m not sure about today, but in the past a lot of the actresses in films aimed at boys had posed for Playboy:

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Valerie’s connection to Superman (and all the pre-teen boys out there) was heavily promoted.

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(Photo included simply because she’s adorable and I’ve been wanting to see Valerie’s friends since 1978. Although near the end of Superman I,Valerie wins a wet shirt contest only she is entered in.)

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Annette didn’t pose for Playboy however, because apparently she’s not Annette, and that wasn’t part of “Annette’s” programming for men:

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Oh dear god, not Ed again!

Yes, Ed.

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I’m sorry, I can’t tell you for certain about John Ritter, but I can tell you that this woman…

…is also this woman:

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Now before everyone gets all frenzied with the “they look nothing alike” talk, I’m not Ed. I’m not comparing ears. I’m comparing boobs In other words, I’m attempting to recognize in one woman the features – the eyes, the smile, the body, the hair, the voice, the mannerisms – that I’ve spent possibly a little time intently thinking about *ahem* with another woman.

In other, other words: With women, my bank is really good about checking ID.

(Hey guys… like with Vanessa, Kirsten, and Jennifer above, if you squint a little you can totally see areola. It’s awesome. Shhhh… don’t tell the female readers I said anything. OK, OK, they’re coming back from the bathroom… just act cool. Shh… be cool.)

Oddly enough, there’s a photo of both of them that was recently on display in a Jewish museum in Vienna (aside fromMarylin being an SJ,don’t ask me why):

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Photo is on wall, top left.

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Through my own research showing an attack on women’s breasts by the evil ones, more and more it is becoming apparent to me that bras may be causing breast cancer. The breast is essentially a gland, and the human glandular system is under attack in a variety of ways, one of which is constriction and that’s never good. For men, wearing ‘tighty whities’ means low sperm count.

For an excellent discussion between Alex Robinson and Kyle Hunt of Star Theory on this topic and others related to women, I recommend a podcast on her blog Too Long In This Place titled “Chatting with the skylark.”

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But wait tiki,theydo care! This is breast cancer awareness month!

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Three points, before you buy something pink:

(1)This is sexual programming using love of breasts to steal your money. The following unauthorized slogan [meaning the money is not going to them] illustrates it better:

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That, and the fact they had porn stars with an Alex Jones connection promoting it:

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And a Playboy connection:

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My personal authorized [It’s got the pink ribbon!] favorite is the creamer [although, like in the filmLand Of The Lost,you can probably find a cheaper unauthorized one in a roadside desert gift-shop]:

When you see every damn corporation (and the NFL) jumping on the bandwagon and promoting Breast Cancer Awareness month like nobody anywhere ever cared about breasts, you can rely on the bullshit even getting worse:

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There are so many things wrong with this I’m not even going to try.

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Because this con has gone international:

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These are from Mozambique. They are using characters from both rival comic companies, DC and Marvel(which is owned byDisney). These companies are not doing this because they care about the breasts of Mozambique women – these stamps are made as collectables. The money’s always a reason, but the true programming intent is to show your pre-teen son Storm, Wonder Woman, She-Hulk, and Catwoman totally fondling themselves.

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(2)I’m still waiting for a t-shirt that reads, “Squeeze a prostate, save a life.”

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and…

(3)Did you know that October is also Bullying Awareness Month?

Did you even know there was a Bullying Awareness Month? I was made aware of that by my bank’s tellers, who were wearing purple tops to make people aware [A bank is involved with this?]. I’m not sure why they have a blue shirt day as well (which the Celtic Rebel showed to be a gay color code by the ones doing all the programming):

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And here we go again with the programming of your children:

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Note the bigger girl leading the boy.

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With corporations jumping on the bandwagon:

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And heterosexual hooks:

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And when you have the above criteria, it always seems there’s – wait for it… here comesEd-O-Vision– a Greenberg involved….

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Fictional persona Rebecca Black says “No H8!”

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You remember Rebecca and her annoying, annoying chant don’t you?

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The one that she totally stole borrowed from the Beatles her friend John Lennon Steve Jobs:

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And the one where 14 year old [yeah right]Rebecca’s mother had absolutely no problem with her daughter and friends being associated with Pato.

Meet Pato:

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Pato’s rapping is almost… almost… a relief from Rebecca’s singing.

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But what gives away Rebecca as BS is that she immediately has millions of YouTube hits, and then is suddenly in a Katy Perry video:

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And… in my opinion, giving a look of someone much older than 14.

Well, other than the standard DisneyAlways have your glistening mouth open and next to something phallic-shaped look:

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But have you noticed something familiar about her “look?”

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She looks related to another girl (briefly) thrust into the spotlight, and a family of psychological terrorists….

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And now you know why she’s against “H8”. In other words, you now know why this random, unknown, fourteen year old girl suddenly shot into the spotlight is trying to influence your vote in an election instead of just being a fourteen year old girl.

Apparently she too is a victim of bullying:

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Dear Rebecca, I think you are really cool and really pretty. All my stupid friends in school say you’re annoying, but I like your singing. I know what it’s like to be picked on too and I think you’re really cool for just being yourself. I’ve read a lot of mean comments on your videos like when they say you’re fat and stuff.

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Don’t listen to all those haters! I watch your videos all the time and I think you’re… um…

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…uh…. I just think you’re really pretty and I really really love you. I’m not like the guys who bully and alright alright mom I’ll be out of the bathroom in a moment! No, I haven’t been in that long!

Shoot… did I just type and send that on my laptop?

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They are shaping the way we behave as a species. Personally, I feel the “Rebecca” style programming of my day was even worse….

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How is a healthy young male Star Trek fan supposed to react to cute Marina with her Mediterranean girl next door hotness…

Yes Commander, I was hoping you could adjust the climate control in my quarters. It’s stuck on “nippy”.

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And let’s not forget aerobics day:

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Which is like, pretty much every day on the Enterprise:

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That’s one of the ways where the feminization of men and the masculinization of women began. If you remember, Deanna became involved with the most badass guy on the ship, but who was ‘the man’ in that relationship?

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And many forget Roddenberry actually attempted to introduce minidresses for men:

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Seriously? They even had the actor shave his freakin’ legs?

I’m sorry, but there is no freakin’ way I would ever wear a minidress or tunic. Even if it was an Enterprise uniform. Even if it was for a Halloween party where Marina was there and it totally made her laugh and I got her drunk and found out her favorite thing to do is to fulfill Star Trek nerd fantasies and….

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OK nobody tell anybody.

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Hopefully this shows how the evil ones are programming men, changing generations, with the heterosexual hook. The entire movie of Career Opportunities was homosexual programming with a hook. So was Lifeforce.

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I’ll describe Lifeforce with the probable call actress Mathilda May received from her agent:

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Mathilda: Hello?

Agent: Tildi, baby… it’s me. Guess what – I got you a lead role, babe!

Agent: I just showed them your portfolio and convinced them you were absolutely perfect for the part.

Mathilda: This is so exciting! What’s the movie and role?

Agent: It’s called Lifeforce. Major sci-fi story from some of the guys who made Alien. You’re going to play some sort-of a sexy space vampire. Filming starts Monday, baby!

Mathilda: Wow, that soon… I’ll need the script right away.

Agent: Um, you um… you don’t say that much.

Mathilda: Wait… what? How many lines do I have?

Agent: Um… 3, 4, 5 – you have about 5.

Mathilda: 5?! I have 5 lines? Are you reading the script now?

Agent: No, I wrote them down on a cocktail napkin… I guess you don’t talk much. It’s more like physical acting. But the lead role, baby!

Mathilda: Well, then let me know when wardrobe wants to do a fitting.

Agent: Um, yeah… you’re not going to be wearing much either.

Mathilda: Much?

Agent: Did I say much? I meant much less.

Mathilda: Much less?

Agent: OK, you’re naked.

Mathilda: Naked? What… for like a sex scene or something?

Agent: The entire film.

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Mathilda: Wait… did you just say the entire film?

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Agent: No, of course not… of course not. You wear…. stuff.

Mathilda: Just how long am I wearing “stuff?”

Agent: 10 seconds.

Mathilda: 10 seconds?!!

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Agent: Oh, OK… maybe more like 5.

Mathilda: Five?! Do I at least sexily seduce men which will make all the male viewers totally want me?

Agent: Um… well, you seduce them by doing basically all you need to do in real life – standing in front of them naked. But you don’t drain them vampirically in an Interview With A Vampire sort of way. It’s a repulsive Poltergeist sort of way.

No, not really sexy.

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Mathilda: Dammit! Okaaay… is there anything else you’re not telling me about this fabulous role?

Agent: Um… I may – may – have sort of promised one or all of the producers you would sucktheir cocks.

Mathilda: Wait, what was that… I couldn’t hear that last part.

Agent: Tunnel, babe – I’m losing you – sorry… gotta go. Kisses!

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Mathilda May, aside from the other massively gay programming in Lifeforce where Captain Picard gets super creepy and nearly kisses a guy and the interior of the alien spacecraft looks like a giant anus…

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… is the heterosexual hook to make boys homosexual by first making them want to do her:

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And then scare the crap out of them by turning her into Jesus Christ what the fuck is that thing?!

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Plus, the only other woman in the film gets all super sexy….

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… but then you only get to see her naked like this:

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Not Yes! Not Yes!at all!

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It’s the same programming they used in Species:

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Yep, you better not be the normal guy who totally wants to have sex with a hot girl…

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… they get devoured first!

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Or impaled with an ice-pick by Sharon Stone:

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So there you go, young men of today: Women older than 21 will kill you. Stick with the younger girls… all they want you to do is look like Justin Beiber:

Disney: Butt shot gold, baby! However um…. we were wondering if Justin can actually touch your ass. We want the teen boys to know that if they look and act like Justin they will be able to touch your ass… not just look at it.

Selena: Hold on, I’ll put you on speaker and ask him.

Justin, the Disney paparazzi are on my phone and they want you to touch my butt for a shot.

Selena:Guys? I’m sorry… Justin tells me he doesn’t want to do it in public.

Disney: Dammit. Alright. We’ll get the shot later on a balcony or something.

Justin: Only one hand! And I want to still wear my sunglasses so I don’t have to look into her eyes and junk!

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Selena:Justin, I think Disney may want us to kiss too.

Justin:Yuck. Worst vacation ever.

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Selena: Hey, try being a teen girl with a butt that….. oh, never mind.

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POST UPDATE: Hmm. I sometimes wonder if the powers that creep actually read my blog. Here’s December’s Glamor cover with one of their “Women of the Year”, Selena Gomez:

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That’s right ladies… Selena is the gal to emulate this year. So get to work on that Always have your glistening mouth open and next to something phallic shaped Disney photo smile! And wear something low-cut:

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Selena was also in Hotel Transylvania:

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Which has very Jewish looking monsters (note red hair):

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Hmm. Jews that suck blood… where have I heard that before?

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And what have Selena’s owners – Disney – been up to lately?

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They just purchased Lucasfilm for $4 billion dollars, thereby proving that George Lucas is determined to eat all the money in the world.

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And Selena’s asset brings us back to the owner of the glorious mystery asset:

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Yep, the paparazzi just ‘lucked out’ getting a shot of Kate’s T, and now they just ‘lucked out’ getting a shot of her A.

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That has to be the happiest British soldier I’ve ever seen.

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And it just happened to be on the day the Duchess of Cambridge wore a thong or… nothing?

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Kate keeps making deposits in my bank.

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It’s like she’s trying to pay the overdraft that will be left by Sylvia Kristel.

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Butt wait!

There are those who still don’t believe that butt also belongs to Katie Holmes.

Since they may not have spent as much time thinking about such things as I, a dead give-away that Kate is Katie came to me when I was checking out a photo in Royalty magazine on the newsstand. Kate was smiling and looked exactly like Katie to me… why?

Katie has a crooked smile:

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It pulls to the left.

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And when she shows teeth, it’s almost like a growl – showing bottom teeth with curved lip – as seen in this photo of her as a child:

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(She’s being compared to Suri.)

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Kate Middleton had the same exact smile in the magazine (This different photo on the web was the closest resembling):

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“Kate”tries to balance her smile…

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But then you’ll see that slight pull…

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But Kat(i)e’s not using her glorious ass and Damn! look at those legs to make me have a good night’s sleep – it’s all memes to affect my subconscious. One of the memes is for the British soldier above. When he’s fighting for his CUNTry in Afghanistan, he doesn’t want to think he’s doing it for rich old men with bad teeth, he wants to think he’s doing it for what’s putting a smile on his face.

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All of this is not accidental, not coincidental, not random. The programming of our species is coordinated through many sources. Nonetheless, the biggest clue is when the same sources keep showing up, like when Kate Middleton’s cousin Katrina Darling posed for last month’s Playboy:

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The Royal Family seems to be cool with her being a burlesque dancer too:

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Maybe she’s part of some plan to improve U.S. / British relations.

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Is it me or do all the Middleton women seem intently focused on giving the world a boner?

It’s probably me, because the here’s the response of ‘solidarity’ by British soldiers when Prince Harry was recently photographed by paparazzi (then “criticized”… yeah right) cavorting nude in Las Vegas:

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Kinda gay, lads.

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But then again the Royal wedding gave us a new term for Webster’s: Pippa’s bum.

Pippa Middleton and her asset.

The ones who coordinate such programming made sure you also don’t have to use much imagination…

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Here’s how well that programming worked on women:

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Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

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At this point, I’m certain some all of my female readers are thinking I wrote this post as an excuse to show women in various states of undress [Shh.. be cool], but I’m actually trying to (1) show how it isprogramming and (2) visually inundate you with it, because that is what they are doing to men in all the ways I’ve shown and more. Sex does drain our life-force. The French have an idiom for orgasm: La petite mort…

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“The little death”

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Ed’s work, combined with all the genuine and true research out there tells me that these acting shennanegans go way beyond a group of people trying to take over the world and get rich. They have been doing this for a long, long time and seem to know exactly how to do it. They are much smarter than we may be giving them credit for, and they appear to have an extensive knowledge of human psychology.

It is highly unlikely this particular group of people, the evil ones, learned all this “along the way” like the rest of us. They had this knowledge beforehand. Before our history began.

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“This has all happened before, and it will all happen again.”

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The above quote comes from a remake of a TV show which had a repeating cycle of humanity as it’s central theme: Battlestar Galactica.

In the show, you had robots similar to humans in every way (like Grace and Tricia), so you had some of the humans who thought they were human, but were really robots. A plot point was that five of them realized they were robots because they kept hearing the theme to Jimi Hendrix’s All Along The Watchtower in their heads. This was a plot twist in the show because the Battlestar hadn’t reached Earth yet, and how the hell can they be hearing a Hendrix song and know the words?

You learn that the song was from a prior civilization, embedded in the robots’ programming (and would take too needlessly long to explain how Jimi [or rather Bob Dylan, or rather Bob Zimmerman] happened to write it.)

This came to mind as I was writing this post. Oddly enough, a classic rock station I sometimes listen to started playing that song much more frequently. And then I very recently checked Ed’s website and saw this video:

I once heard a caller on a radio talk show make the comment that George Bush really seemed to play well the “role” of being sort of an end times “bad guy”, as if his persona was needed to fill that role at that time. Everything about our reality seems ‘needed’ to fill that role at that time. And the evil ones seem to have plenty of evil helpers to provide all the necessity – from Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix songs, to lone gunmen and their targets, to politicians and their wars, to celebrities and their paparazzi, to butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers…

…to actresses who are cast in a certain film just to provide that one necessary image to linger and dance inside your subconscious….

…purposely leaving the door to it open.

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POST UPDATE:A perfect example of how our reality is a broken record – they’ve gotten so lazy at it, they’re still going with the same script:

living tiki personal note: Wow… if everyone thought I wrote these posts while inebriated, this one certainly isn’t going to help. August (and September) had been an insane month for me, a lot of change, and this blog will start to reflect that. Remember how I had a beloved family member pass away a few months ago? In recent weeks that has caused a deep and sad schism between myself and another family member.

Who cares about the Illuminati? I think I’ve just had a nervous breakdown over life. [Much apologies to everyone for unexpected blog tardy lameness!] Therefore, think of this post as one of those TV episodes where you think it’s brand new, but it’s only got 15% new material and a whole lotta “flashbacks”. However, usually those episodes are followed up by some pretty awesome ones. You were warned (or enticed).

Say hello to Keeley… but you’ve seen her before, rememeber?

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“It’s not polite to stare!”

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“What?”

…I said as I turned around to look at the man behind me on the street corner, even though I knew perfectly well what he was referencing: A young woman on the opposite street was lightly skipping through the crosswalk and sporting a braless look on a hot summer day…

exactly like Miley here:

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(Thanks,Miley.Nice to finally see your friends.)

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(Sorry everyone, I’m gonna need another angle on this action.)

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“It’s not polite to stare!”

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…he replied loudly. I soon realized his volume was so that she could hear his statement as well.Damn how I hate phony self-promoting chivalry.He was totally destroying an enchanting moment in a suck-filled day. I looked at him.

“How else am I going to track the UFO that’s following me?”

…and, as I removed my sunglasses for emphasis, I continued with a little volume of my own:

Ladies, please don’t think I’m rude. Staring at a woman’s breasts from two feet away: rude. Staring at a woman’s breasts from 25 feet away when she’s braless and has absolutely no idea I’m staring at her breasts (except for the idea that probably everyman is staring at her breasts): not rude.

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August 2004:the living tiki finds himself at work and amused at how a customer could not stop staring at a co-worker’s chest. She was 18, looked like the St. Pauli girl, and had the most glorious breasts I had ever seen.

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Me: Wow, that was hilarious. That guy could not stop staring at your chest.

Girl: I know, right?! And he’s a dentist too!

Me: Um…. why does being a dentist matter?

Girl: Well you’d think he would look at my teeth at least once.

Me: Hm… that’s actually very logical.

Girl: I had the same problem with a first date last night. I had to end it early because he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs. Damn, I really liked him too.

Me: So let me get this straight – Had this young man refrained from looking at your boobs for a mere few hours, he could’ve not only looked at them, but motorboated them for the rest of the night?

Girl: Hehe… well, I wouldn’t have put it that way, but I guess you could say…

Me: [ridiculous French accent] Ah, ma cherie! You have the nostrils of a goddess! When they flair, they reveal the Italian blood flowing through your veins and betray the passion which consumes your soul, burning with the fire of a thousand suns!

And everyman would include the jackass behind me on the sidewalk. In my defense, I do try to conduct my boob watching clandestinely, so I will admit I was undone by hypnotic mammary magnificence.

But to be called on it, especially by a dude, tells me something is seriously wrong with this reality. That something is what the Celtic Rebel and I discussed during my somewhat recent appearance on The Rebel Path.The evil ones are playing around with our instinctual nature as a species.

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What is the purpose of this cover? To make men want to motorboat lovely Sofia Vergara above but subconsciously believe all those statements around her body are required license for navigating her waves:

– Did you know that 52% of men have sex less than once a week?

– That 14% of married men say they have had sex with a guy?

– And that 100% of the living tiki is really tired of the media bullshitting the masses to “What’s normal now”?

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Let’s face it, with just the childhood/mother connections alone, breasts are extremely influen…..

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Oh good god. Another post talking about boobs. Great. That’s it, I’ve had it with this stupid blog. Does this guy care about an enslaved humanity and the truth, or does he just want to look at boobs all day?

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What?

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Sunday, August 26th, 5:45am: (yes, that’s the morning before the last Rebel Path I was on) the living tiki finds himself driving through a mountainous part of a desert somewhat near to where he lives. He is not going anywhere.

What?

I was under a deadline to have my vehicle pass a smog test.

What?

The past year has trapped me in a debt-spiral to where I didn’t have enough money to find out why my vehicle failed previously, much less come up with money to repair or even register it (+ late fee… don’t forget that). And not having off-street parking, it’s been a field day with ticketing.

Juggling everything else in my life, I needed to take the test that day, and was driving to burn up the rest of the fuel in the tank because I put in an additive to clean up the exhaust called “Guaranteed To Pass” [It failed miserably – guaranteed my butt]. After adding it, you burn through a full tank of gas to clean out your system. Then you fill up again and take the test. My tank was still almost half full and I was under a time constraint – I faced a ridiculous penalty fee if not smogged and registered by Tuesday. And the cops could impound it at any moment. And… oh look, a Border Patrol checkpoint…. and they want me to go to secondary inspection because they can’t believe somebody is driving just to…. drive.

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Now then,

you want the conspiratorial truth of the human condition?

That’s it.

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the age of volcanoes conspiritorial truth of the human condition: Humanity is being forcibly made to engage in a daily dose of bullshit to enrich those in power and prevent self-awareness of each individual’s enslavement.

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A whole year full of crap like the above. My smog repairs cost $800 by the way – now you know why I was desperate to make it pass. Imagine what I could’ve done with all that time and money.

Well, I don’t have to imagine anymore – my troubles will mostly all be ending in about a month. I won’t be living on easy street by any means, but finally… no more downward spiral. I won’t be losing anymore [which was becoming exponentially ridiculous as the months passed… now you might finally understand my blog lameness. Plus The Rebelalways seems to schedule me during my most busy/stressful periods. Why? Why? Yet this is a very significant change for my life and for this blog which will start off by me sending out the long promised Planet Of The Lost posters… I swear this time! Next Friday!]

So, I included this part of the post to let everyone know I’m gaining momentum on getting the age of volcanoes back on track to:

A) Find out just what the hell is going on.

B) Find a dame for the apocalypse.

C) Have dame, lawn chairs, ukelele, beach locale, and cooler full of beer for the apocalypse all ready and set and…..

go!

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But this blog is something I have done with my precious free time this past year. I decided to examine this reality I am experiencing because I’m getting clues left and right that I’m being worked big-time. Here’s one:

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Did I mention I had to spend $800 so my vehicle wouldn’t pollute the atmosphere?

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Here’s another:

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No, this isn’t the Death Star… it’s a sunning photo of Saturn’s moon Mimas.

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In this reality, Mimas totally looking like the Death Star is no coincidence. It is George Lucas knowing something you don’t, and toying with your subconscious about it to drain you of time, money, and awareness.

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A familiar looking object recently found on the bottom of the Baltic Sea which apparently emits an EMP field.

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But don’t spend the rest of your life attempting to discover what exactly George knows. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you realize you are being worked enough to stop it in your own life. Hopefully others will catch on.

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There was a another reason I chose the desert route I took: The morning desert is a soothing reminder of reality.

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While driving in the dark early morning, I kept noticing dozens of upright shapes all along the highway. It was only until the dawn’s light that I could see they were jack rabbits, standing motionless and watching the cars go by.

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Part of our enslavement and programming is the conditioned projection of human thought and emotion upon animals. We are very limited in conceptualizing a state of conscious other than our own. I’m sometimes guilty of that.

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Ha ha. Enjoy your hell, human. That’s what you get for putting this fucking highway in our home. And later, while you’re trying to get through your suck-filled day, we’re going to be escaping the heat by relaxing in our burrows and fucking like rabbits.

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age of volcanoes fun fact:Jack rabbits are not actually rabbits, but hares. Hehe – I said but hares. Hehe – so did you.

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And, if you’ve been reading my blog:

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age of volcanoes rule of thumb:Whenever a female is showing her boobs to me for free (unless she specifically wants to show her boobs to me for free), I am most likely being worked.

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Camille Grammer[Christine Solomon] and censored friends (not by me!)

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The above definition should also include various degrees of cleavage and bralessness, but the point I’m trying to make is that my blog has been a bit more boobcentric than other blogs(than all).

Because of a suck-filled year and being dameless, I include breasts because they provide a much needed relaxed and blissful relief in contrast to stressful and unnerving information….

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Doctor recommended!

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Nature provided!

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What breasts have ‘revealed’ to me is why I’ve continued including them…

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Or perhaps you would like me to spend the next twenty posts going into minute detail about all the individuals in this next photo, their connections to the New World Order, and how they’re screwing you over?

Are you sure? The secret info about Olusegun Obasanjo is pretty startling stuff! I haven’t even started talking about the significance of the linked O’s in the logo.

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Personally, I want to spend as little time as possible with my life thinking about Bono. Instead, I’d rather ask why I’m getting bikini-clad women for free with the new “Miss Earth” beauty pageant and then notice other things that are wrong with my reality….

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Question: What is not right about one of these lovely ladies below?

Answer: Samoan women are not naturally skinny women. I covered this before. The reason that poor Samoan girl probably starved herself before the pageant can be summed up with one word: Television.

The title is “Miss Earth”?

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But now I can see why I’m getting bikini loveliness for free – it’s all part of some green agenda (which I’m sure is a con or else they wouldn’t need bikinis to sell it).

It doesn’t make Miss Italy any less lovely though.

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Or Miss Albania.

Wait… Albania?

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Fuck yeah, Albania!

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Suada Saliu (And here I thought the entire country was made out of concrete… even the women. Wow, live and learn.)

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Although the winner of Miss Earth 2009 was Larusa Ramos of Brazil, I would like to direct your attention to Miss Northern Ireland, Kayleigh O’Reilly[yes, I see you back there Miss Japan]:

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Three reasons:

1) She should’ve at least won for “sexiest sign holding”.

2) To ponder why the Irish, more than any other European country, have been known for their red hair. So much so that the Irish are sometimes delineated into “Red Irish” and “Black Irish”. A lot of Irish also have large Jewish-looking noses.

3) Ireland sometimes produces blondes:

Miss Earth Northern Ireland 2010, Judith Keys:

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Are you kidding me? First Kayleigh, now Judith… OK, Northern Ireland, I don’t know what you’re putting in the water, but I’m spilling your little secret world wide….

Northern Ireland is hiding their own Babetopia.

Yeah, you need another shot of Judith:

Good god, even her freckles are hot.

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Now check out Alixandra Halliday, Miss 2011:

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And then Gemma and Ciala Walker [sisters] as Miss 2008 and 2012:

Sisters! Think about it.

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Cat’s out of the bag now, Northern Ireland!You better start building more hotels.

(Sorry everyone – or at least those that are tired of my fascination withChristine Solomon – she just really intrigues me. She is the SeductiveAtlantean.)

Theresa Giudice [Christine Solomon] and friends from Real Housewives Of New Jersey.

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How can one woman do and be all these things?

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Christine Solomon as um… wow, just Christine Solomon (although who knows if that’s her true name.)

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And, of course, all the ladies out there remembered International Go Topless Day was August 26th, right?

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On the other hand, National Cleavage Day was March 30th….

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…but was pointless because every day can be cleavage day.

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Christine, I mean Camille, I mean anonymous topless protestor always seems to show up on Go Topless Day.

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The intent of this event orchestrated by the evil ones appears to be twofold:

(1) Drive men nuts.

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(2) Regard men as creeps for going nuts.

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OK sure, I’ll admit this guy could’ve at least worn a better shirt…

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…but this programming is being coordinated with laws like the anti-staring one in Wisconsin mentioned by the Celtic Rebel, as well as trying various ways to change what men are inclined to do naturally:

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An interesting by-program seems to make men want to view women and their boobs more and more through a camera lens rather than their own pupils.

living tiki personal reminder:Always have finely ground pepper on hand.

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There was a recent news event that featured Britian’s The Sun newspaper Page 3 girl, Keeley Hazell. In case you’re trying to rememeber her, here’s another photo to help: [No, just kidding… it’s there because of her supernatural rack.]

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And another just because she’s supernaturally cute:

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James Holmes thought so too:

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So did The Simpsons, apparently:

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These are two clues that the evil ones are working Keeley’s, um… cuteness to work you. How? Well, the Rebel provided another clue with the James/John Holmes penis size connection:

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This is coordinated programming from multiple sources working one of your strongest drives as a species, put innocuously in the background but affecting your mind even more than the event itself.

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It’s the reason why the parents of “Veronica Moser” (a “victim” of the shooting, and the name itself being another bizarre sexual connection – no, I don’t recommend looking it up… just ask the Rebel.) thought that this photo was the one they wanted the world to remember their daughter by:

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Right.

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Now one might easily assume that Anne Hathaway, being in the new film and having very healthy friends might be one of the SeductiveJewesses I’ve talked about…

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It doesn’t take long to find a Jewishconnection, though:

Her fiance, Adam Shulman:

(He seems to have taken the Tom Cruise Learning Annex course: How to turn your cute, busty girlfriend into a man.) They are dressed in black to celebrate the Jewish new year.

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And we also have a Greenberg family connection:

(No, not the fashion designer trying his best to look like Tattoo from Fantasy Island… I’m talking about Arden Vohl, who pretended to be a Kuwaiti nurse to influence public opinion in making the U.S. attack Iraq in the first Gulf War.)

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On a sideline note to Keeley, Germany, like England, also thought that boobs combined with a healthy balanced breakfast is the most awesome way to start one’s day until they recently decided that it wasn’t, and their Bild newspaper stopped running their own Page 3 girls:

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“I am the last.”

Deciding it was now offensive, the last girl was shown on August 26th, which was also Women’s Equality Day, which was also International Go Topless Day. Is all this coincidence?

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No, not when Women’s Equality Day [What?] is heavily promoted in Pima County (you remember them don’t you?)

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Yeah, when I think of Arizona I think of repressed women. What?

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And not when the recent topless appearance of Princess Kate’sfriends in a photo taken by paparazzi causes Royal outrage.

Have they seen their new Duchess of Cambridge?

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Ed Chiarini says Kate Middleton is Katie Holmes. [hmm… wasn’t I just talking about a “Holmes”?]

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I would concur. Not because of biometric facial analysis, but because of, yep… boobs. Katie does have some pretty spectacular ones, which were particularly noted in Harold And Kumar Go To White Castle with the dialog that her naked boobs in The Gift were “the complete opposite of the Holocaust.” Which is to say they are real. [Thanks to the Rebel for clarification.]

Here’s a real holocaust for comparison:

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Katie Holmes’ breasts were not being promoted randomly, but with underlying intentional programming.

Just like Kate Middleton’s:

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Katie in a scene from The Gift for boobal comparison:

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Another angle of Kate:

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And Katie:

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Maybe they’re the same, maybe they’re not. Maybe you just want to motorboat both. But there’s only one photo you need to see to know this whole story (and the promotion of it) is complete BS:

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Royal security can’t be this stupid. Forget about privacy – If a photographer can shoot the Royals, so can a sniper. (The evil ones are counting on you being stupid though.)

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But I’m counting on you not getting lost with my drunken blog rambling and remembering I’m still noting my breast insight blog progression, which took a new turn with this girl who appeared in an Infowars article:

Shoshanna and her somewhat shy friends.

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4) Wow, for some reason the girl in this photo is kinda turning me on [yeah it happened, I may have been drunk, let’s move on]. Is it because of the braless nipple poke I’m getting or because she’s Jewish?

Um… and why?

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5) Maybe it is because she’s Jewish. Hmm… let’s see what Israeli women look like.

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6) Wow. How could I miss seeing that a lot of Jewish women have huge boobs?

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Maybe it’s because I should’ve starting calling them Jewesses.

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Roberta Pedon and [the wide angle is not wide enough] friends. (It’s not polite to stare.)

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So I’ll provide an awesome sketch by artist Regis Loisel to sum up the Jewess beautifully:

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But do take note of Roberta’s red hair, freckles, and slight hook nose:

And the expression. It’s what adds the “Seductive” to “Jewess”. It’s that one I told you went something like: “Hi. I can take over complete control of your mind and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

At the very least Shoshanna above looks like she knows you’re desperately trying not to get caught looking at her boobs when you are actually desperately trying to look at her boobs.

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It’s the same expression SJMichelle Trachtenberg is giving:

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Michelleis also adept at executing a perfectly flawless cleavage display.

Oh, what… were my boobs popping out? I wasn’t paying attention.

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7) OK, so….

[skipping over the insights breasts gave me regarding the spiritual side to my reality – i.e. Lucy and Lilly – which I will be getting back to]

we have this reality where our history is essentially a history of the Jews, who figure prominently throughout the ages to where they essentially own, control, or influence almost all aspects of our current reality. Have the Jewsalways had control? Has our entire current reality been by design, including the unnaturally seductiveJewess? When did all this start…

Atlantis?

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They appear to have gotten lazy in creating cultures. Or maybe they’ve stayed with what works [as in working you.]

Ed says Marylin was actually Jacqueline Kennedy. I would agree with him.

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Note red hair, freckles, and the slight hook in her nose.

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Red hair, freckles, and what looks to be prosthetic putty and a hella-ton of makeup. Yeah… 1950s HD. Good times.

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Do I need a freckle by freckle analysis to know they’re the same? No… with a lot of Ed’s comparisons I can just see it in their eyes – The true person shows through to me. Marylin and Jackie are a good example of that. And with everything else I’ve been presented, it seems obvious to me that “Marylin” was just an act made up to socially engineer both men and women…

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Every picture was very carefully choreographed and taken.

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Yep, even that little nipple poke you just totally checked out – busted!

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Why do men need “sex symbols” in the first place?

[I’ll tell you who a sex symbol is… the girl that dropped her change in front of me in the checkout line the other day and bent over to pick it up. There’s a sex symbol.Good morning,tiki. Rise and shine.]

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April 2012:the living tiki finds himself again at work, and again talking about a female coworkers’ body parts. She’s a single mom [has since changed jobs] and although not glorious, her breasts are very nice… but that’s not what we were discussing.

Almost any woman could be “Marylin”, but not every woman could be talented enough to be entertaining. Certainly not some little miss Norma Jean from Flyoverville, USA. To be a sex symbol (to implement the programming of men and women) the evil ones needed someone close who had talent and education, who knew how to pose, dance, act, and sing… or at least be able to pick it up naturally.

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Jackie O seemed very natural and photogenic in everything she did:

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Her smile is reminiscent of Marylin’s:

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(Note crossed middle fingers – It’s intentional. Everything is.)

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The Playboy connection seals the deal. Starting with Marylin,Jew Hefner didn’t show you the sweet girl next door (or even the hot girls at the beach), but focused on a very specific type of woman: the SeductiveJewess.

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But wait… the Playmate in this photo isn’t Jewish!

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Perfectly illustrating how the entire Marylin Monroe phenomenon was completely fabricated BS to control your mind. You see, Hollywood and porn are dominated by Jews.Jewish men prefer Gentile shiksas,notJewish women.

There’s a lot of Gentile shiksas these days who want to be stars.

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Question: Why the hell would Jewish men go to all the time, money, and trouble of turning this comely Jewish girl…

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…into a blonde bombshell…

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…when blonde bombshellsalready freakin’ exist?!

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Here’s another stunning blondeloveliness, just for the hell of it:

Stare all you want.

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Answer: Because back then, Gentile girls didn’t pose naked – at least not a publication where the entire universe would know they posed naked. So the Jews behind pornography turned to the type of girls they knew would gladly pose naked (It’s good advertising): the SeductiveJewess:

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The SJ was programming to influence with glamor and fame all the nice Gentile shiksas out there the dream of becoming a PlayboyBunny.

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It’s what happened to Bettie Page.

First, she started out as her cute, adorable self:

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Then she started showing off her friends:

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Then a little more of her assets:

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Resulting in one of the most famous and popular pin-up posters of all time:

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And she should’ve stopped there (realizing she didn’t have to be naked to make men want to buy images of her) but the Jewish pornographers convinced her otherwise:

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And then they somehow convinced her that men are really turned on by women who look like gay dungeon masters:

Here’s a random Japanese girl just simply having fun at the beach and owning all of you:

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Marylin was theater – programming for us guys. And for all the ladies, Marylin provided a quote giving a mental “Would you?” to all those dreaming star-struck shiksas:

“I’ll never have to suck another Jewish cock again!”

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Do I believe in all of Ed Chiarini’s revelations? No.

Does that negate the truth of his other work I do believe? No.

Yet I feel that is the handicap of the critics of his work. They are unwilling to see there is something – a phenomenon… a revelation – happening here with all these doppelganger shenanengans. Perhaps it is acknowledging the frightening prospect that there is this bizarre Twilight Zone Truman Show aspect to their reality they have yet to fully understand.

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What frightens me is that this means the “actors” are not as dumb as I stupidly assumed them to be… even that was just an act and part of the con:

James Brolin is George Bush. Both their voices and mannerisms match as well.

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We cannot take anything for granted anymore. Our reality is tightly controlled, and our minds are being programmed with evil subtlety.

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One needs to periodically take it all completely out of context, and even then you will only get a hint of it’s true intention….

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[A David Icke speaking promotion, presented slightly differently]:

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“David Icke will go further down the rabbit hole than anyone has ever gone at the Wembley Arena on October 27th.”

“How deep does it go? How long have you got?”

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Speaking of Sir Richard Branson, there’s another truthseeker who seems to have pulled a truth/BS mind-game with me, one who partly inspired this series, Susan Marie Brandt.

Really… really? This is too easy. There is something going on with Susan I’ve yet to figure out. But like David Icke that doesn’t discount all of her work. You need some truth to lure people into your detour.

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You are being presented with two possibilities:

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Either (according to Susan), Vice Presidential candidate Paul Ryan is the offspring of Lyndon Johnson and Barbara Streisand….

(Apologies – I’m lame at computer combining them side by side)

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….OR (according to Ed) Paul Ryan is actually the person who is also Casper Van Dien:

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Maybe they’re both right.

But what is the commonality in all this? Jews and programming.

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The ultimate Celtic Rebel was right example:

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True story told to me by a 17 year old girl who goes to a local high school with the two people involved:

Boy meets girl. Boy dates girl. Boy breaks up with girl. Girl tells boy she will do anything to have him back. Boy says “Anything?” and then bizarrely asks girl to video herself smearing shit on her naked breasts. Girl complies. Boy then shows video to entire universe.

Question:What the fuck is wrong with high school boys?

Answer: They are being programmed to hate women.

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What to believe? I say go with gut instinct, like I did with the Ed revelation that Jodie Foster is playing the “role” of Julia Gillard, the Prime Minister of Australia. Personally, I can see the same person in their eyes and facial expressions…..

I’m not even going to delineate who is who:

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But I will point out one significant difference between the two:

Wow.

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Real or fake? Truth or theater?A clue is the fact that Julia’s ears look like Jodie’s, but with ridiculously and unnaturally long Easter Island statue lobes.

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Another clue is that a good portion of the (attractive) female actors who participate in these fake reality shenanegans posed naked at some time in their lives:

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Even the Queen of England,Betty White:

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These actresses may be Jewish, but they are not the Seductive Jewess who is not normally a celebrity.

Yet, as with Playboy,the evil ones will attempt to make you believe the SJ’s are anything butJewish.

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Like the epitome of the “Italian” woman, SJSophia Loren:

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She was the sex symbol for Italy, influencing non-Italian men to want to take their own Roman Holiday.

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Is Sophia Loren Italian? Well… that’s the area of land she’s spent most of her life on, so I guess.

Is Sophia LorenJewish? Yep. She even falls into a specific classification –

Mediterranid-armenoid Jewish:

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She was chosen for fame due to the Seductive nature of her Jewessness:

A very young looking Sophia giving a not so young look to a not so young man.

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But don’t worry, Italy. Sophia didn’t fool this non-Italian.

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However, one of your locals may be influencing my choice of vacation destination [That is unless Northern Ireland starts making some really good food]:

Buonanotte a tutti!

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I’m pretty certain that if there’s a type of woman Sophiaprobably hates more than a true Italian, it would have to be the Seductive Gentile,as photographed in this famous encounter with Jayne Mansfield:

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Dammit! I owned this table until this bimbo showed up.

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Madre de Dio, they’re enormous!

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Maybe if I just ignore them.

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Look bitch, you really gotta stop right now… capiche?

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“Oh, it was delightful meeting you.” Please die. But leave first.

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Affanculo!

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September 2011:the living tiki finds himself at a neighborhood pub with a female friend. He can’t stop staring at the butt of a woman who just sat down on a stool at the bar.

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Friend: It’s not polite to stare.

Me: What?

Friend: She does have a really nice butt.

Me: I wasn’t staring.

Friend: ….

Me: OK, I was staring. And yes, if those jeans are a good indicator of what lies beneath, she has a glorious butt.

Friend: So…

Me: What?

Friend: Why aren’t you talking to her?

Me: Hello… poor.

Friend: So?

Me: Hi, my name’s tiki… would you like to buy me a drink?

Friend: ….

Me: Sure I can give you a ride home, my car’s out front – it’s the one with duct tape holding part of it together.

Friend: ….

Me: Hey, thanks for dropping by my place… I don’t have any beer, or coffee… but I can offer you some expired OJ, tap-water, or all the ketchup packets you can handle.

Friend: OK, stop. You’re making excuses.

Me: I just don’t like going into any kind of relationship dependent upon a girl for anything. Well, except for you know….

Friend: Maybe you know is all she wants. And I’d recommend moving quickly… she’s gorgeous.

Me: I know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. She’s waaay too beautiful for this pub. It’s like she’s some lost Swedish supermodel. That’s why no guy’s approached her yet – we’re all just dumbstruck… yeah, that’s the best word for it. She looks like she’s accustomed to men with finer things.

…possessions, I mean. Not body parts. Just felt an imperative need to clarify my last statement.

Friend: Well, the fact remains – she’s still there all by her lonesome.

living tiki personal fun fact:the living tiki has attended 4 Rush concerts in his lifetime. At least my Grateful Dead period was due to being hypnotized by braless and stoned women, but I have no such rationale for Rush. It’s my shame and I’ve learned to accept it. Now let’s move on.